Daisukenojo Bito

… tsk, yo’ right. I gotta slow down ‘n’ think about this. Rrgh, but I ain’t got time fo’ thinkin’!

Yo, this’s gonna sound real pathetic from a guy who was jus’ gonna beatchu up, but— you gotta tell me if you seen my sister! I don’t even know if she’s alive…

Geez, focus, will you?  Ain't none of your business how I died.  Doncha got bigger things t'worry 'bout?  Like, I dunno, the winged creeps who wanna erase yo' partnerless ass? Look.  I still say you're weird as hell, but... aight.  I'll help ya.  Not cause I like you, but cause nobody's lil' sis' deserves t'get Reapers and shit chasin' her. I know a girl named Rhyme.  'Bout yay high, real smart with lotsa skulls on her threads?  Yeah, she's dead aight.  But, lookit, man.  She really ain't the girl you lookin' for.  She already got a brother, and he ain't you.  Trust me.  I'd know if my partner had 'nother brother lurkin' 'bout.

Aw, naw. You’re dead?! But I shouldn’ be able to see ya, unless I… fuck…

How the hell did I die?

Ya know, I'm getting sick a' your attitude, actin' like I'm some kinda fr -- oh, hell no.  Doncha go changin' the subject.  You a thief.  You a thief and ya damn well... er...

Dude.  Dude.

Ease up on the heart attack.  Before you hurt yerself.  The hell're ya trippin' 'bout?  You ain't look dead t'me.  An' jus' how d'ya know 'bout the UG?  This some kinda sick Reaps' joke?

Oh boy oh boy, I don’t think it’s possible for me to forget! If only I had a camera then… Remember how mum wouldn’t let you touch a pair of scissors for almost a whole month after that? Good times, hee hee~

Sounds like you've been havin' fun.  Jus' be extra careful, y'know?  You neva' know what people're gonna do 'round here.  Especially guys 'round my age.  You better stay far away from them, ya got me?

Scar listened to the kid talk about something called a ‘metro’, but he didn’t really pay much attention.  ”Whatever you are going on about doesn’t interest me.  Though I’m not even sure why I came to this place for.”  Being unphased by the person’s language, the lion just looked at him.  ”Who might you be?”

You think you’re bein’ real cute, don’tcha? Well this joke ain’t funny. You can walk my walk ‘n’ talk my talk, but if you get off tellin’ people you’re me, that’s takin’ it too far.

Tch.  You get dead and suddenly every half-assed punk wants t'be you.  Well, here's a lil' newsflash.  That shit don't fly here.

"Whoa!"  Beat stepped back and raised his fists.  "Cool yo'self, man!  Jus' cause I ain't a math freak like you doesn't mean I ain't smart.  Seems like you the one who can't do math, moron.

And sure enough, the blonde eventually cooled off. “It’s no problem really,” he replied back, shifting his weight to one foot. “I would probably act the same way if I lost someone important to me, too…” Though Riku had been in Rhyme’s role in more than one occasion.

“Alright, then. Fourth, Fifth, and the library.” Riku’s eyes flitted over towards the large wooden door next to the First District’s signature cafe. “Why don’t we head on over to Fourth, seeing as how it’s the closest one. I’ve never been to the library before, though — didn’t know Traverse Town even had one.” The only library he knew was in a musty, deserted castle far, far away from this world’s reach…

Not waiting for the other to follow, the silverette briskly walked down the stairs and over towards the heavy doors, pushing them forward and waiting for Beat to go on through. At the blonde’s question, however, Riku’s eyes widened in surprise.

“No, no space ships here,” he said, breaking a small, almost apologetic smile. “And I highly doubt that she was abducted or…anything of the sort. She’s still here, I’m sure of it.” Or…maybe she skipped on over to the other dimension of this world? No, he didn’t want to explain that possibly to Beat — it would take ages for him to wrap his head around it, and it would take even longer to calm the guy down about losing her.

The bright lights of Traverse Town had always reminded him of back home, even if they looked like something out of a cartoon.  Now, though, they only served as vibrant distractions, making it harder to distinguish between the people crowding the streets.  Beat squinted carefully at each of the faces illuminated by the lights.  There were a few kids around his sister's height, but none of them were wearing her signature hat.  Still, he kept looking on the vain hope that she could be wandering around the district.

His steps faltered when he heard Riku ask about his hand.  "Wha', nobody ever told you what a Reaper's Game was?"  Beat glanced down at his right palm.  The Reapers' timer had been appearing like clockwork for so long that it was weird to even think about it anymore.  He would have thought that would be the first question Riku asked when he'd seen all of their hands, but figured that he'd probably had more important things on his mind, like finding that Sora kid.

"It's -" Beat scratched the front of his hat, wondering how to explain the whole mess to Riku.  "Well, it's like - say you die, y'know?  There're these guys called Reapers who give you a choice: stay dead or play this messed up game wit' 'em.  If ya say yes, they steal somethin' from you till you beat their Game.  Which you win by doin' random shit in their time limit."

Yo, you think I stole your look?  That's hella weird.  Cause, from where I'm standin', there's only one copycat, and he ain't me.